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In the dark night, this holiday town close to the north is not as quiet as it used to be. The siren of the police car is wailing, and the roar of the intercom is continuous.

In the process of chasing the fugitive prisoner, several police cars roared past the center of the town.

"Sheriff, Arthur is dead!"

Listening to the voice on the intercom, the young policeman looked tremblingly at the officer driving ahead.

"Damn it!" Hearing the bad news, Sergeant Will thumped the steering wheel fiercely, his heart was filled with anger, and the corners of his eyes almost burst and he shouted: "Notify Sam, Jack, their vacation is over! Let them bring weapons Follow with equipment!"

"Yes, Sheriff." The young police officer immediately used the walkie-talkie to call for backup.

"Arthur! I will definitely avenge you!"

Sheriff Will looked at the motorcycle with red taillights in the distance, and stared at the man riding the motorcycle, "Rambo, right! I'll let you know how good I am!"

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On the tree-lined path leading from the town to the mountain, a motorcycle sped past and headed towards the mountain quickly.

Suddenly, Rambo riding a bicycle saw that there was no way to go, so he pressed the brakes urgently. Affected by the inertia, he didn't grasp the front of the car for a while, flew out, and fell directly to a piece of dry grass in front of him among.

With a snap, Rambo fell to the ground in pain.

"Beep……"

The siren of the police car behind him was getting closer and closer, and Rambo knew he couldn't stay here any longer! He resisted the pain in his back, gritted his teeth, stood up, and limped towards the Welsh Mountains that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

Within a few tens of seconds, several police cars stopped at the dead end. Sergeant Will opened the car door and walked down immediately. With a police gun in his right hand, he moved forward cautiously, and saw a rollover car not far away. The motorcycle on the ground is still making the mechanical sound of the "roaring" engine.

"Sheriff, the prisoner may have fled to the mountain." Several police officers followed behind him checked the surrounding situation, and one of them came over to report: "Sheriff Will, I think we should notify the state Police, let them send people to the mountain to search."

"State police? You said state police!" Sheriff Will suddenly turned his head to stare at the man, his red eyes roaring with anger, "Don't you know that if the state police come over, this case will be handed over to them ?"

"I... I know, sir." Feeling the aggressive aura of the sergeant, the policeman took a step back subconsciously, swallowed and said, "But the prisoner fled into the Welsh Mountains, it's too big here, it's not tasks we can accomplish.”

"Enough! I have informed the police officers on vacation to cancel their vacation. They will bring police dogs and equipment to support us. There will be helicopter support tomorrow morning. I believe we will be able to arrest that damned criminal! "

Sheriff Will narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the dark and silent mountain in front of him. As the sheriff and resident of Holiday Town, he naturally knew how big the Welsh Mountain Range was. It is no exaggeration to say that this mountain range stretches for hundreds of kilometers at least, and it is impossible for them, the small town police officers, to arrest that damned prisoner in this mountain range.

But no matter how difficult it is, Sergeant Will secretly vowed in his heart that Rambo must be arrested in order to avenge his friend the bearded police officer Arthur!

After pondering for a moment, Sergeant Will called out with a gloomy expression: "Tom, you wait here for follow-up support, and the rest of you will go into the mountain with me!"

"Yes, sir."

Several police officers heard the order from the officer to enter the mountain, and they couldn't help but look at the gloomy and dark mountain top together. The roar seemed to come from wild animals, which made them tremble in their hearts. Although they were reluctant in every possible way, they could only Bite the bullet, took a flashlight and followed the sheriff into the mountain.

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The moonlight rises, the stars shine brightly,

Between the mountains and forests, there was a faint black figure running in the fast jungle. His speed was so fast that he passed through a jungle in the blink of an eye and came to an abandoned lumber camp.

The figure rummaged around in the abandoned lumberyard. In an old wooden house, he found a few old and tattered sacks. He tore them hard and tore a hole in the sacks. He was about to put them on his wet upper body. , suddenly heard a little movement outside the door.

"Who!"

Rambo vigilantly grabbed the baton in his hand and stared at the door of the wooden house.

Someone outside the door said with a faint smile: "It's uncomfortable to wear a sack. It's such a cold night, so don't catch a cold."

"Who are you!"

"Who am I? I also want to ask who are you! How did you come to my house?"

"Your house?" Rambo frowned, and with the help of the moonlight shining in from outside the door, he briefly glanced at the wooden house. Although the inside was covered with dust, he could still find some traces of human life. It looked like no one had come in for years.

"Of course, recently, I've been living here."

The person outside the door said again: "I think I can go in and talk? It's really cold outside."

He didn't know who the person was outside the door, but he didn't seem to be a police officer from the small town, so he thought for a while and called, "Come in."

"You light the kerosene lamp on the table first."

Kerosene lamp?

Rambo turned his head to look at the table, and saw that there was indeed a kerosene lamp on it. After hesitating for a few seconds, he went forward to pick up the match on the table. With a sound of "stab", a faint flame appeared on the match, and he quickly opened it. The kerosene lamp lit the wick.

In a few seconds, under the light of kerosene lamps, the originally dim wooden house illuminated the whole house, revealing Rambo's resolute face.

"Tread"

The moment the lights came on, Gu Ren walked into the wooden house vigilantly, and saw Rambo standing by the kerosene lamp with a baton at first sight.

"Who are you?!"

Looking at the man with an Asian face in front of him, Rambo frowned.

"Get to know me, my name is Stallone." Gu Ren stretched out his right hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the other party seemed harmless, Rambo shook hands with Gu Ren and introduced himself, "My name is John Rambo."

After simply shaking hands, Gu Ren raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly, "Have you ever been a soldier?"

Rambo stared, and subconsciously became vigilant, holding the baton tightly in his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

"The palms of your hands are very rough, especially at the mouth of the thumb and index finger. The calluses there are very thick. I think only soldiers who have been touching guns for many years can grow such thick calluses." Gu Ren pointed to Rambo's hand.

Rambo glanced at his callused palms, looked up at Gu Ren, did not respond to the other party's question of whether he had been a soldier, but said: "I don't think you have told me who you are yet?"

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